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the wistful pages
the wistful pages never turn. every word dissolves into thin air, echoing traces of your voice. the scattered thoughts run across the lost plot; punctuations falling off the express delivery. so i arrive at your mailbox, covered in a soft shell- begging to be read.
The longing pages never turn. Every word disappears into thin air, leaving echoes of your voice. The scattered thoughts run through the forgotten story; punctuation marks falling from the express delivery. So I arrive at your mailbox, wrapped in a soft cover- begging to be read.